I had two Aunt Delmas. One I have written about before. She was my daddy’s sister. When she passed, I was left as the oldest in our “blood” family. I did, however, have another Aunt Delma who was my aunt by way of marriage. She married one of my younger uncles. He passed a few years ago. This Aunt Delma passed today.
The oldest of a string of girls, seven, I think, she was a very pretty girl. One of her sisters married my brother.
I especially owe to her my relatively large brain drawer in which I keep Bible trivia! She was my class teacher for several years. I’m sure I have mentioned her in my blog before.
Back to a funny personal story she told me. It is the reason for my title, Over-Tired Farmer.
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Aunt Delma told me that Uncle Loy woke her in the night. He was asleep, but had a grip on her big toe. She asked what he was doing. The best I remember he told her he was trying to get that tractor turned around.
ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Her daughters have told me today that he said he was fixing the clutch on that tractor. 😀 Humor is a great booster to soften loss. Sadly the shock wears off and grief remains, but it, too, wanes in the arms of our Comforter.
I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
Sweet aroma 
That gave me a giggle, although I’m sorry for your loss. 🙏
Her daughters have told me today that he said he was fixing the clutch on that tractor. 😀 Humor is a great booster to soften loss. Sadly the shock wears off and grief remains, but it, too, wanes in the arms of our Comforter.
Thank goodness 😅